Gaia whispering

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Yesterday my mind threw up the memory of a dream I had several years ago, but which I haven’t thought about for some time. In the dream I’m walking along a ridge looking out over an expanse of gentle countryside. I stop at what feels like a ley line. On touching the ground I can feel a planetary heartbeat. The ley line turns into a vein which stretches out to the horizon; the pulsing vein then turns into a river delta. I feel as if I’m *inside* the blood of the earth.

I spent a lot of time yesterday thinking about what this dream means and equally why I should remember it after such a long time.

After a couple of hours in bed I was woken from a confused, anxious sleep to the sound of banging. I thought we were being burgled. Items on shelves rattled and the house shook under the force of an earthquake. After the quake (a Haruki Murakami moment) I felt very calm and even enjoyed a few aftershocks.

I’m left wondering whether on some level of consciousness I picked up some pre-echo of the quake and that the memory of the dream was a manifestation of this. Or maybe it was just another coincidence…

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Gelfer hey. Could be more than a coincidence. The ancients of Europe certainly belived there was something to it (the lines and such). Don't the Indians (or some Indian groups) believe that the earth is alive--not in the sense that it's a system like a giant cell or something (although that much seems obvious)--but that all the dirt and rock possesses awareness to some degree?

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Yar, it’s hard to know what to think in terms of being able to hear the land-voice. Generally this is the sort of thing which only comes about with people who are inextricably bound with the land, who belong to it. I certainly have no claim on the land in this manner – I only moved here five months ago. So other than being a sympathetic ‘ear’ I shouldn’t really be able to hear what the land has to say. That said there are many ways of ‘knowing,’ as we all, well, know.

I would be interested in meeting someone in the flesh who I was convinced had such a ‘knowing’ who could, in turn, reveal any potential I have in these matters. The only verification I can find lives between the pages of books and a totally unquantifiable and subjective intuition. Of course, all these things are subjective – I’d just like someone who I actually believed in to say, ‘You got it buddy!’ One can hope, and keep knocking on doors.